Chapter 93: The Comer Is Not Good

"The extraordinariness of this sword has exceeded my imagination, if I am not mistaken, this sword must be related to the ancestor of Zangxu Peak, and it is very likely to be the magic weapon left by him! I don't know how Li Ruhai got it, if this is the case, this person is also a talent. ”

"It's just that if it is really the thing of the ancestor of the Hidden Void Peak, then this sword must belong to the spirit treasure above the top grade. If this is the case, then with my current cultivation, it may be difficult to succeed in the cultivation for another ten years! It's just that fortunately, with the coercion of the ancestors of the Hidden Void Peak, the speed of the sacrifice of this thing has become so fast, and it is estimated that it will be completed in another day. ”

Lin Sen immediately remembered Feng Chenzi's two magic weapons, the Sifang Ding and the Longxi Poison Pestle. Although these two pieces don't have to be so painstakingly cultivated, it doesn't mean that these two treasures are inferior to this sword. Because these two magic weapons were sealed by Feng Chenzi's immortal will, as long as the seal was broken, all his treasure exercises could become his own things, which could be regarded as Lin Sen's creation.

The Nine Illusion Pagoda is different, this is because after he climbed to the ninth floor, he obtained the approval of the ancestors of the Hidden Void Peak, and he didn't have to do anything more to obtain this thing.

In this way, another day passed, knowing that in the early morning of the third day, a sound of sword roaring came from Lin Sen's room, and then it dissipated in an instant, and the ancient wind had been guarding outside the door, and suddenly stood up at this moment.

Lin Sen's door opened silently, and at this moment he was smiling, feeling extremely happy, and said to Gu Feng: "Gu Feng, thank you." ”

Gu Feng glanced at Lin Sen with a somewhat strange expression, and said, "Dare to ask what kind of exercises Uncle Shi is practicing, how can I hear the sound of a sword?" Originally, Gu Feng was inconvenient to ask about these things, but for Lin Sen, he never thought it through, the more so, the more he wanted to know some secrets about him. Of course, this is not to say that Gu Feng has any ill with Lin Sen, but because of curiosity.

Lin Sen didn't hide it, his mouth opened, and a small white sword immediately flew out, with Sen Sen's chill, as soon as this sword came out, the air around him suddenly dropped.

Gu Feng was stunned for a moment, and said in a lost voice: "This is the breath of yin death! With such a cold aura of yin death, this sword must be extraordinary!"

Lin Sen nodded, and with a move of his right hand, the flying sword instantly returned to him and was swallowed by him.

Gu Feng looked at Lin Sen blankly, and after a long time, he took a deep breath and no longer spoke, but followed silently, but his heart was even more in awe.

Lin Sen touched the black scabbard in his hand again, but he thought about the use of the scabbard in his mind, this thing and the sword were originally one, but after the sacrifice, he took a closer look, but found that there were some differences between the two.

One black and one white, why would such extreme two colors appear on the same sword at the same time. The black of the scabbard is more like the condensation of countless dead souls, and the snow-white sword body is condensed by endless yin qi, and the dead souls exude yin qi, or in other words, the combination of the scabbard and the sword can burst out of the power of this sword

Lin Sen thought as he walked. At this moment, under the leadership of the ancient style, he walked into the flowery Fang City, between which many monks came and went, lively and extraordinary, and the ancient style and Lin Sen and even the crowd wandered in the city.

Lin Sen strolled around the city, looking at the stalls one by one, and there were some things that made him feel excited, and whenever this happened, he would stop and check. Since he had enough spirit stones on his body, Lin Sen was not worried about the dilemma of being shy in his pocket, and bought some elixir magic weapons on a large scale.

Gu Feng followed all the way, looking at what Lin Sen had purchased, and his doubts became even stronger. He really couldn't understand why Lin Sen picked some things that were suitable for the use of the foundation building monks, could it be that he used them himself?

As he walked, Lin Sen suddenly stopped, and in front of him there was a monk's stall, which was scattered with various utensils, and a dilapidated booklet, the surface of which was made of unknown animal skins, and looked a little quaint.

What attracted Lin Sen was a few words in the booklet: The Way of Forbidden Formations.

"Formation?" Lin Sen touched his chin and picked it up, the booklet was very thick, and he flipped through it at random, and there were many small characters written densely in it, as well as some illustrations.

"Twenty medium-grade spirit stones, take them away if you want them, don't move if you don't buy them!" the stall owner, a fifty-year-old man, raised his eyelids and said coldly.

Twenty medium-grade spirit stones were nothing to Lin Sen, but if they were placed outside, they would already be considered extremely high prices. It's enough to rent an inn in Xiafang City for almost a year.

"It's a little expensive. Lin Sen said lightly. The old man closed his eyes again and stopped talking, looking like he loved to buy or not.

Lin Sen groaned a little, picked up the booklet and rummaged through it a few times, seeing that the other party was a little impatient, he took out twenty medium-grade spirit stones and put them on the ground, took the booklet and turned to leave.

Walking around the stalls again, Lin Sen saw a lot of strange things, most of which were expensive, and there was an old armor, which was even marked at a sky-high price.

"Gu Feng, take me to the equipment shop of Senior Brother Axe. Lin Sen suddenly remembered something, and then said to Gu Feng.

Gu Feng nodded, he led Lin Sen across the two streets, and just as they continued to move forward, a discordant voice suddenly sounded in Lin Sen's ears.

"Huh, isn't this the elder brother of Gu Feng, why are you so idle today, and you came shopping with your disciple?"

Lin Sen and the others immediately turned around and looked at the person in front of them. Lin Sen could see at a glance that this person was when he entered the city, Tang Feng, an extremely arrogant disciple of Huaguang Sect, and there were three other people beside him, with a look of banter on their faces, they hadn't seen it before, it was obvious that they had come early.

At the time of the city gate, this person obviously saw Gu Feng and Lin Sen, but now he pretended to bump into him accidentally, I am afraid that the person who came was not good.

Gu Feng's expression was gloomy, and he replied lightly: "I do have some leisure today, I took my uncle out to go shopping, not a disciple." ”

"Senior Uncle, is he your Senior Uncle, Senior Brother Gu Feng, I heard you right, when did you have such a young Senior Uncle in Gale Cliff?" It was a slightly short fat man beside Tang Feng who spoke, and his words were full of disdain. The three of them, including Tang Feng, looked at Lin Sen with a sneer.

Lin Sen's expression was calm, ignoring the rudeness of these people, he didn't want to make any more trouble. It's just that although he doesn't want to do this, others want to provoke him, as if he is always not treated by others when he comes to Huaguang Sect, but who says no, who calls him a disciple of Bai Zizai, but with this, Lin Sen's life in Huaguang Sect will not be so easy.

"Tang Feng, I warn you, don't make trouble. Gu Feng looked at Tang Feng coldly and said.

Tang Feng looked arrogant, as the second on the Tianjiao list, no one dared to say good to him like this, the more Gu Feng was like this, the more Tang Feng wanted to provoke, because of Gu Fan, he didn't dare to do anything to Gu Feng, but for the uncle in front of him who made him look unhappy, he could be used as an object of venting.